Ooh, my sexy Stacie. They were younger than me, clearly impressed that I’d enjoyed the hot Spanish professor and now was about to enjoy one of the bustiest girls in our college. Anal sex President McTaggart was a fiery-haired futa and had an Irish lilt to her accent. My dyed-purple hair fell about our faces, acting like a curtain. The pressure formed at the tip of my dick. I wouldn’t be responsible for ruining her future. Saying those words to Randi only made the pain worse. I nursed on her while her fingers bent inside of me. “But, Stacie, she’s still in a position of power over you. Ward, Miss Castellano, thank you for allowing us to conduct our inquiry. Birdie, you can’t actually be thinking this.”
“It is interesting,” said the president. “That’s why we have this rule. I thrust hard into her. It was the fact she was my swim coach. That naughty woman. My heart beat faster. Her limbs wrapped around me as our bodies rocked together. “That this wasn’t some tawdry affair, but two souls finding each other?”
Valeria, still turned around to stare up at me, smiled.
